The Dark Lord at Hogwarts is not too cold

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No one knew whether Flitwick had won the duel that night by force, or by Professor McGonagall, but at least Cyrus had won...he had won too much.

But since that night, Professor Flitwick seldom seeks out Cyrus, and just asks him to go directly to Head Ravenclaw's office to find him if he has any questions. Flitwick doesn't seem to be unhappy at all.. ..

When he was mentioned by Cyrus, the professor would always wipe his glasses and ask him: "Is it important who wins and who loses? Cyrus... what do you think of Principal Dumbledore?"

"Principal..." Cyrus looked around cautiously, and then whispered, "Aside from being a little lazy, there's nothing wrong with it... right? Probably?"

"Little Cyrus~ I think so too." Flitwick jumped onto the table and patted him on the shoulder seriously, with pity visible in his eyes.

Cyrus inexplicably became a poor bastard in his eyes...

"Professor? You make me panic a little"

"It's nothing! Anyway, we won't harm you...Come on!" Professor Flitwick sighed in a voice full of pity, "Isn't your dean still looking for you? Let's go. ..”

Flitwick looked at him seriously, and twirled the mustache on his lips with his fingers. Cyrus couldn't help shivering from his gaze. This feeling was all too familiar.

Potions exams are getting closer and closer, and now almost everyone in the potions classroom is making potions that may be tested, and the herbal medicine that Cyrus took is not because of these reasons, but Hermione's compound soup The potion is finally ready.

Thinking of this, he jumped up and down in the herbal medicine classroom excitedly.

"Two-eared grass... This is a fang geranium, remember to keep warm, and take it with the potted plant." Dean Sprout came out of the greenhouse inside, with various herbs floating behind him.

"By the way, be careful when handling fang geraniums, remember to wear dragon leather gloves"

She leaned on the wooden pillar at the side and watched as Cyrus was cleaning the herbs, he was still talking trivially about the handling and care methods of many herbs. The dean's rough palms and soil-stained robes were the best. prove:

In terms of herbal medicine, you don't need to listen to Professor Snape, but you must listen to this professor who has devoted his life to plants.

"That...Professor, thank you" Cyrus lowered his head, a little embarrassed.

He thought he didn't help the professor anything, he just brought the Hufflepuff house some trophies. Dean Sprout was stunned for a moment, then covered his mouth and laughed.

"I've seen everything you do...Honey, these herbs are nothing compared to Hufflepuff's happiness. If the herbs are gone, I can replant them. Unfortunately, I can only get two quilts. Fantastic tickets..."

The dean played with the mandrake proficiently, and said indifferently: "Actually, instead of selling the extra herbs I planted, it's better to leave it to you little wizards."

As a top plant care master, Dean Sprout grows the most perfect herbs, but how many people can afford them?Therefore, she almost always lives in the school and works hard.

"Aren't you going? I... I mean the Quidditch match..." Cyrus moved the potted plant on a wooden board, and he planned to put it on the window sill of the lounge when the time came.

"I'm not interested in those"

"But those two tickets..."

"Don't you like it? So I asked a friend to make two randomly." She raised her hand, intending to rub the top of Cyrus' head, which is the pride of Hufflepuff...but then froze in mid-air .

Instinctively, Cyrus took a step back, tiptoed slightly, and the Dean's rough, not-so-clean palm covered the golden ball.

He doesn't dislike the dirt between the Dean's fingers...

"And sap grass?! This is the most troublesome thing!" Cyrus was surprised to find the most important herb in the compound decoction.

"Ha~ you take these pots first, I heard that you are doing research on Severus' potions, and it's about compound potion." There seemed to be a little warmth in the dean's palm, which made her shiver like an electric shock go back.

Fluid grass is mainly difficult to care for, because the polyjuice ingredients need to collect the liquid that the herb sheds at a certain time, and because of this characteristic and 'difficult to care' feature, it also makes it expensive.

This made Cyrus a little puzzled, why there is no special herb farming in the magic world.

"Actually, the wizarding world is just that big. If there were no Forbidden Forest, the price of British herbal medicine would have doubled." The dean looked at these herbs and said sadly, "Plus... wizards think they don't need plants caregiver"

Without the demand for home ownership for herbalists, good herbalists are almost all poached by big families...Planting bases?Apart from those wizard residences, where are there professional plantations.

They would rather pay a fortune to buy herbs picked from others and store them later.

Of course, if there are rich wizards from a large manor, they will naturally move some soil, but it is only for their own use, probably the "self-produced and sold" type.

"But herbal medicine basically has nothing to do with the soil except for specific care methods!"

For example, the guardian tree, this kind of magical sorbet tree can grow in the forest or in the wild at will, and some other herbs are only fertilized materials transformed into dragon dung and moon-crazy animal dung.

"Merlin knows...Hogwarts is the strongest wizarding school not just because of Headmaster Dumbledore." She pointed to the Forbidden Forest, "where...for some people...everywhere is wealth"

Fantastic animal biota, legendary unicorns, herbs...

"No wonder..." The Headmaster's words were like the first lighthouse in the dark sea, "No wonder they always want to let Headmaster Dumbledore down, and they also have their eyes on Hogwarts?"

At first Cyrus wondered if this is also a school?As for the Ministry of Magic and the pure-blood families taking turns fighting for it...

"Remember what Headmaster Dumbledore said at the beginning of each year?" Head Hufflepuff turned his head away, as if talking about something unimportant, at least to her.

First years should not that that the forests on the ground sis for bidden to all pupils.

(Attention first-year freshmen, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus)

The Forbidden Forest is owned by Hogwarts, and of course the current headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, and everything in it, including the living creatures and wild herbs, is owned by Hogwarts.

With a slight flick of Cyrus' wand, a blue bellflower-like flame was conjured up. They burned merrily, and they got into the jam jar that was carried with them, and then they were placed among several potted plants.

This is to provide the necessary temperature, after all the sap grass is too fragile.

When Cyrus returned to the classroom with the herbs, he could hear the noise from the stairway. Cyrus was very puzzled, who gave them the courage to quarrel in the Potions classroom?

Don't they know that next door to the Slytherin lounge lives an old bat that spits venom?

With this curiosity in mind, Cyrus walked in only to find out that it was Draco... oh, no wonder, that's all right.

But Cyrus didn't focus on Draco Malfoy's smug smile and frivolous eyes. He looked for Hermione in the crowd, but Sue Lee, who also came to review potion making, said that the president had left long ago up.

'Damn it...you didn't wait for me! '

Perhaps guessing his thoughts, a blank sheet of paper floated up on Hermione's original seat, and he tapped it with his wand: "Aparecium (velociraptor)"

It says: I'm in the Room of Requirement, bring me a dress first!

Obviously, Hermione took the ready-made Polyjuice Potion to the 'secret base' because she couldn't wait, but why should he take the clothes?Could it be that the human body broke when it deformed? !

So here comes the question... how does Cyrus get it?Then wouldn't he have to go through Ravenclaw's girls' dormitory again!

'Ask her friend?No, no, no..." Cyrus instantly shook his head and denied it. If Mandy, Lisa and the others found out, they might laugh at him... There will be new secret rumors the next day.

He could even guess the title: Merlin is here!The vice president actually broke the president's clothes! !

Cyrus held the note, feeling both surprised and happy in his heart. The surprised one was that he was going to help Hermione get a new set of clothes, and the happy one was...hehe...will it be Hermione the Centaur or the Fire Dragon? Hermione?

While he was still in the noisy environment, immersed in the anticipation of the future, Pansy screamed with horror: "I can't imagine! There should be such a Muggle thing in a wizarding school!"

"What? Isn't it better than your rotten and expensive cauldron?" The sarcasm came out of Ron's mouth almost instantly. It seemed that the bickering with his two brothers in the club had made him grow a lot.

"Okay? You mean it will break when you drop it?" Malfoy stood in front of Harry and said calmly.

"Emotional damage! (Break defense) Did you return your repair spell to Professor Flitwick? Oh, sorry, I forgot that you were a scumbag who couldn't even use the levitation spell well during the exam." Harry lowered his head, looking to himself sliced ​​herbal rhizomes.

break defense?This really broke Draco's defense, because during the exam, his levitation spell made things fall halfway through the air.

"Potter~ who told you to bring Muggle things in? Oh, that's right, after all, Principal Dumbledore asked our headmaster to help brew the wolfsbane potion, or maybe... your Azkaban Godfather who escaped?"

"He's innocent..."

"Who knows? Potter... It's enough for you Muggle wizards to come to the school, and now you want to pollute this place with Muggle things?"

Cyrus only saw Draco glance around the classroom furtively, probably thinking that there were not many people left, so his right hand slowly touched the sleeve of his left hand, it seemed that he really wanted to be on Harry and the others. Experiment.

Cyrus, who was just blocked by Sue Lee, also took out his wand.

"Bat Spirit..." Draco wanted to use the Bat Spirit Charm to give him some flair, in order to avenge what happened before.

"Levicorpus~" Harry whispered the incantation one step faster.

Although Harry kept his head down, his eyes kept looking up, and when he saw Draco touch his sleeve, he instinctively tensed his muscles.

So Draco, like an astronaut on a space station, floated up due to weightlessness, and then his body reversed, and he was hung upside down in the air.

Draco panicked and wanted to use what he had learned all his life, but his cartilaginous charm was missed by the flipped gaze.

Cyrus, who was hiding in the dark, took out his wand, and with a flash of fire, he disarmed Draco, and then left in a hurry, adhering to the style of doing more than doing less.

Just kidding, in fact, he just wanted to find Lord Hermione as soon as possible...

(Harry: That's it?

Draco: There is a sixth child!Old six! ! )

PS: After the plot is over, I can happily write my daily life again. Please look forward to tomorrow.